Meeting (3)
Meeting (3)
Emilia, who had been glaring at Dojin with her hand trembling burrur for a moment, acknowledged her own mistake and sheathed her sword.
"......Sorry."
"Huh?"
"I said sorry. I misjudged you."
"─Nah, it's fine."
Fortunately, she was the type who could admit her fault and apologize. Dojin felt relieved that he wouldn't get tangled up in any more hassle and left the guild with Pion.
As they walked alone toward the mansion, Pion asked Dojin.
"What happened?"
"Hmm— just a brief run-in in the Dungeon?"
"Really?"
Hearing that, Pion assumed they had bumped into each other on the 10th Floor. Well, without further explanation, who would think they'd met on the 30th Floor?
The Dungeon was a closed system, and parties couldn't interfere with each other.
That was common sense in the Otherworld, taken as utterly obvious.
By the time they arrived at the mansion after a not-too-long walk, Pion let out a groan as she looked at it.
"Euum......."
"What's up?"
"Well— I appreciate you escorting me, but is this really necessary?"
"Necessary?"
"Yeah. You dispatched me so you wouldn't be inconvenienced, but if we do this, isn't it basically the same as just going to the guild to clock in...."
Dojin chuckled as he looked at Pion, wondering what she was on about.
Sure, if she were just a simple on-loan guild staffer, she'd have a point—but she wasn't just any on-loan staffer, was she?
"Of course it is."
"Of course?"
"The guild basically handed you over to me. Like, 'Here, go get devoured— rawr.'"
With those words, Dojin pinned Pion against the nearby wall. Pushed up against it in an instant, she felt her heart pounding like it was about to burst as she looked up at Dojin standing before her.
The wall slam she'd only heard about in words— no wonder women craved it so much. Pion couldn't meet Dojin's eyes, her gaze darting this way and that, before she finally forced her mouth open.
"W-We're outside...."
"I know."
"B-But we can't......."
Dojin drew closer. Just as she thought her first time was about to happen outdoors— Dojin pulled back slightly and burst into giggles.
"Don't worry about that stuff. Got it?"
"......Huh?"
"What're you doing? Aren't you coming?"
"L-Let's go together!"
Realizing it had all been a prank, Pion felt an indescribable mix of emotions crawling through her fingertips and toes, making her cringe—but she couldn't let it out.
Even after she entered the mansion and lay down on her bed, the feeling lingered, refusing to fade and continuing to torment her.
Ttogak-.
Dojin turned his head upon hearing the loud clack of heels as he returned to his room.
Adelange had followed him into his room without him noticing and was standing there.
"...What?"
"Welcome back, my master."
"...Master?"
"Yes, master."
"Why am I your master?"
"Don't noble ladies call their husbands 'master'?"
Was that a thing? She'd pulled Otherworld common sense out of nowhere, leaving him speechless. If he had to nitpick something wrong with her words, it'd be that he wasn't a noble.
'But she is.'
Adelange was a noble who'd been holed up in this city for decades.
Sure, now that she'd been outed as a Vampire, she was confined to Dojin's mansion......
"Hey."
"What is it? Master?"
"Don't you need to head back to your own mansion?"
"On what grounds?"
"Well...... aren't the people at your mansion worried you've gone missing?"
"No need to worry about that."
"Why not?"
Adelange explained to Dojin, covering her mouth with a fan she'd pulled from somewhere, only her eyes peeking out.
"The servants at my mansion have been raised from childhood to attend me, so they know my true nature to some extent."
"......They know you're a Vampire? And no one's reported you?"
"Why would they report me and risk what might happen?"
"They're scared you'd kill them, so they don't report it?"
"Oh come on— you see me as too barbaric, master. That's not what I meant."
She folded her fan with a tak tak, slapping it against her palm as she recalled her first meeting with the servants.
"They're orphans without a single connection in the world. Even if they reported me, would the kingdom take responsibility for them?"
"I've heard they give out rewards for reporting Vampires."
"Master— how naive. You actually believe that?"
Adelange said, lifting one corner of her mouth in a clear sneer. He might be her master, but he was just too innocent.
"Orphans with nowhere to turn, tainted by the suspicion of working in a Vampire's mansion? Could they betray me and come out unscathed?"
"......You think the kingdom would kill them for it?"
"At best, they'd end up as penniless street urchins. Since ancient times, it's always been the haves who persecute the likes of me, other races."
"So, you're saying there's no worry even if you don't go back to your mansion. Right?"
"Exactly. In fact, I secretly sent a messenger last night, so they're probably relieved."
"......You sent a messenger secretly? When?"
"Did you really think you could control me without even a single lock? For real?"
"We're talking human rights here, so confinement is a bit......."
"What's 'human rights'?"
At that, Dojin clamped his mouth shut. Some say human rights are innate, but reality is far from it.
Homo sapiens have existed for millions of years.
Human civilization for tens of thousands.
Even for long-lived races like Elves or Vampires, human rights is a concept established only after an excruciatingly long time.
In a fantasy world where gods exist and individuals can overpower groups, expecting such a thing was impossible.
"Anyway, then why'd you come here?"
"Didn't I say earlier? It's my duty to attend to my master."
Sseuuk-.
Adelange said that as she began slipping off one layer of her dress.
For all her flowery words, what she really wanted was just one thing.
"You've got five left. You sure about this?"
"...Five?"
"I'm kinda backed up right now. Can't go long with just one woman."
"......And that 'five' is in ejaculation units?"
"If you play it smart, we could wrap it up by tonight."
Hearing that, Adelange paused, slowly pondering. Five ejaculations and it's done...... doing them all in one go today would be such a waste.
And above all, she didn't like being the one to approach and seduce first.
"Hehe, seems there's a misunderstanding. I came purely to attend to my master. As long as you don't lay a hand on me first...... I have no such desires."
"So, just holding hands and sleeping tonight?"
"......W-Would once be okay?"
"See? That's what you came here thinking from the start."
Dojin said that as he stripped off his clothes and flopped onto the bed. Hwaaak— he hadn't washed since coming back from the Dungeon, so his body gave off the rich scent of pheromones built up all day.
Gulp— With her superhumanly sensitive sense of smell, Adelange could pick it up from afar. The sweet-to-the-point-of-stimulating blood scent and pheromones teased her.
Juruk-.
A single trickle of vaginal fluid ran down her thigh. But Adelange climbed onto the bed without touching her undergarments.
"......Master, could I ask one favor?"
"What?"
"I-I lack confidence—."
"Confidence in what?"
"......I lack confidence in stopping. So once you ejaculate once, you handle it yourself— Kyaaak!?"
"Wow, how can you even say that?"
Hearing Adelange's words, Dojin revealed his aroused member and looked down at her. How could she say something like that? Just one sentence had him fired up. Nodding, Dojin looked down at her.
"Yeah, pull out after one ejaculation, right?"
"Y-Yeah— that's it."
"Don't worry. I'll take care of everything."
Grinning, Dojin slowly pulled down her undergarments. Her pale-to-the-point-of-bloodless skin began to glow softly in the moonlight, looking like flawless porcelain.
"But I'm the one lacking confidence now."
"M-Master?"
"You're supposed to stop on your own?"
"T-That's—! Haaeut!"
Dojin said that as he thrust his hips up. Adelange prayed she wouldn't lose consciousness and sank her teeth into Dojin's nape.
The pleasure of bloodsucking and absorbing essence was beyond words, so in the end, Adelange endured three ejaculations.
Chwaaak-!
Emilia lightly slashed the charging Orc and dodged the splattering blood before swinging her sword at the next monster.
Her greatsword was too massive to call a mere sword— something only 2-meter giants should wield— yet she swung it one-handed with effortless whish whish motions, looking like something out of a musou game with a beautiful girl protagonist, utterly unrealistic.
Thanks to that, the monsters who'd underestimated her died one after another, tossed around by the giant greatsword.
After single-handedly carving through dozens of monsters without breaking a sweat, Emilia just shook the blood off her blade and slung it onto her back.
'Boring.'
To her, anointed by the gods and granted the mighty [Hero] skill, these monsters were mere trash mobs, not even a handful.
But Heroes were said to grow through trials— without experiencing those trials, she only felt her skills dulling and regressing.
'That guy handled his sword well.'
Thus, the image that floated in her mind was Dojin swinging his sword at her. An impossible encounter in the Dungeon. Followed by that single strike.
Just that was enough to deeply etch him into her heart.
Look, even now, unable to forget him, hadn't she come to the Dungeon alone like this?
'I'd win if we fought.'
Emilia thought that as she eyed the stairs to the next floor. She'd only reached the 30th Floor so far.
This was the crux of Dungeon conquest's difficulty. Even adventurers who'd cleared the 40th or 50th had to start from the 1st Floor every time.
That made conquering the Dungeon extremely tough, and growing as an adventurer even tougher.
To grow stronger, you needed opponents to match your full power against— but after going all out, you couldn't descend the Dungeon unscathed.
In fact, that's why she hadn't climbed past the 30th Floor either.
'If only I had reliable comrades.'
Other adventurers or knights solved this by finding party members.
But that required the kingdom's support or slowly building strength from the start while gathering trustworthy allies.
For Emilia, who'd wandered the Dungeon solo from the beginning and grown overwhelmingly strong in a very short time, it was impossible.
At that moment, Dojin's face came to mind.
He was a Level 3 like her.
'......He was strong.'